I envy the wind that caresses the blades of grass
as it passes the rocky sides of mountains and clouds.
I envy the proud pigeons bobbing back and forth
unafraid to be caught by the glances of the human eye.
I envy the blue sky for its resilience to a suffocating storms
twisting to contort any sign of blue left to the vision.
I envy the rhythm of a one man band singing the blues
untouched by the true nature of the perilous paths.
I envy the fishes encased by a life of fast wishes
which swiftly swishes with unthinking thoughts.

I envy the fishes because fishes can't cry,
or at least can't show that they're crying.
I envy everything that makes this world okay,
because right now: I am not feeling okay.

*When did you hate me so much that you set out to hurt me?